#NaPoWriMo 2017 April 9 – nine lines

How can I write poetry about peace
when the idolatry of distant war
surrounds me and invades my every thought?
It is no consolation that the bombs
explode a world away, that my neighbors
are not harmed. I know the sound of missiles
piercing the ground, the acrid smell of death
it brings – it’s not abstract for me. The gods
of war, disguised, will never make me bow.

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Author: Raymond Maxwell

https://raymmaxx.wordpress.com/ Librarian, retired foreign service manager and former naval officer. Strong interests in information architecture, instructional design, critical pedagogy, taxonomies and metadata management, information governance, and cultural heritage preservation.

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